Deal with me all you can
In your makeshift helping home
But when you say I'm fine
Cause I didn't go that deep
Even after I break down sobbing
You aren't fit to be
Someone who's supposed to help
I'd never blame you more
If you weren't one of the many reasons
They still don't know
To my middle school counselor, who passed off my self harm and missed a chance to help someone on a path of recovery instead of letting it get worse